Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2007 18:11:32 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780
Subject: New Horizons Chapter Sixty-Nine
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Chapter Sixty-Nine: New Horizons
When the boys finished breakfast Sunday morning, the tables were cleared
and chairs arranged in preparation for services conducted by Father David
and Father Andrew. Those who made the personal choice to receive communion
did so. Each boy receiving communion was forgiven of his sins and blessed.
Each boy, when appropriate, thanked the father and returned to his seat.
The service was not like previous services conducted for the boys. After
the boys' first service, during which they all sought to be forgiven for
their activities on the street and allowed to move forward with their lives
in a state of forgiveness, the Father usually delivered a brief, uplifting
sermon; this service was more serious, and unusual. The boys listened as
Father David spoke of being created in His image and how we were all
brought into this world as innocents; unknowing of evil. The Father then
asked the boys if they had ever studied art and literature or if they
understood that nudity represented purity and innocence in the arts. The
boys soon realized that he was talking about them when he spoke of how
individuals and society cast a veil of darkness on the Creator's beauty.
"What I am saying to each of you boys is that the Creator brought you into
this world naked. Naked of sin; naked of guilt; naked of ugliness.
Nothing that He has created can ever be viewed as anything other than
beautiful. Never view yourselves in any other light.
"Today, all but one of you has received communion, blessed, and encouraged
to move forward with your lives. Normally, communion is a communal affair,
that is what we have done together. However, it can also be a private
affair if that is deemed best for the individual. I'm sure all of you
remember the first time we were together and what took place. This morning
we will repeat that miracle with one more boy."
Father David stopped speaking and looked to Arthur and Daniel who sat on
either side of Jeremy. Jeremy had been very nervous. He sat through
religious services naked and, in the beginning, felt ashamed. He saw the
other boys also sitting naked, but he was still ashamed. Carefully, Jeremy
listened to what Father David said and remembered their talk the previous
day. Slowly, he realized that it was evil that had told him he was an
animal to be used and he must stay naked to display his shame. He was told
so many times that he learned to believe that he was less than human; he
was anything but beautiful. Father David, Arthur and Daniel and many
others, told him he was anything but ugly. He was the image of the
Creator, he was beautiful and had no need to hide himself.
Arthur and David escorted Jeremy to the front where Jeremy slowly dropped
to his knees and sat back on his ankles. His hands rested on the top of
his legs, and he looked up at Father David. Arthur and Daniel took two
steps backwards.
"The Sacrament is more than a forgiving of sin, it is a promise of
reconciliation, of bringing the one back into the family. Today, we have
gathered as a family to support one another, to reaffirm our belief in all
that He has created, and to pledge our support for one of our own family
recently rescued from evil. As Father Andrew and I met with each of you, I
met with Jeremy; we met face to face. He told me his story and we cried
together. We discussed the scriptures and I advised him, as we did all of
you, that to remove the dark veil of evil, you must forgive yourself and
then forgive those who committed the evil against you. When you achieve
that level of forgiveness you turn from the darkness and into the light.
You no longer look into darkness, but into a bright future, for the reward
of forgiveness is peace."
Father David, with the assistance of Father Andrew, then gave communion to
Jeremy. The young boy then drank of the blood and partook of the body as
tears gently rolled down his cheek. During the rite, Father David spoke so
only he and Jeremy knew what was said. Only at the end did the Father
speak loudly enough for all to hear.
"You have been freed from your sins. Now you must forgive yourself and
those who sinned against you. Go in peace and grow. It is time to join
your brothers." As he spoke, Father David lightly gripped Jeremy at the
upper arm and helped him rise. Continuing to hold the boy he gently kissed
him on either cheek as Arthur and Daniel again stepped forward to stand
beside the boy. Jeremy looked up at Father David through tear filled eyes
and spoke.
"Thank you, Father."
****
Tanner stood at the plate, ready to show the old guys how it was done.
Paul threw a fast- ball that clipped the front corner of the plate. Tanner
wasn't so sure the ball crossed any portion of the plate, but didn't
complain. Paul threw another fastball that was also called a strike.
Tanner was certain this time that the ball was more than just a little
outside the plate and turned to the umpire. The boy wanted to say
something smart, but realizing who the umpire was, had second thoughts.
"Yes, Tanner," Father Andrew spoke in a jovial tone, "you wish to say
something? Do you not agree with my calls?"
"Well, it's not that Father, it's just that . . . well, uhhh . . ." Tanner
stuttered, looking for the right words. "Father, I think you're doing a
great job." There was no way that Tanner was going to challenge a priest.
As Tanner turned to face Paul, Father Andrew couldn't suppress his smile.
A smile mirrored by Paul.
Derek, Jeremy and Sean sat on the sidelines watching the game. On the next
pitch, Tanner reached for the ball and sent it flying to left-center-field.
Arthur in center-field, and Preston, Derek's dad, in left field moved to
the ball. Both men waved the others off, signaling their intent to catch
the ball. Both men concentrated on the ball and failed to call out;
neither was aware of the other's presence. The three boys laughed as
Arthur and Preston collided at almost a full run. Both men, and the ball,
lay on the ground. Arthur and Preston sat up in time to see Tanner round
second base and wave to them as he ran for third. Both Father Andrew and
Father David asked for forgiveness for the language the two men used when
they collided.
"Der'k," Sean spoke hesitantly, "uhh . . .you goin' home today?"
"Don't know," Derek answered with a shrug of his shoulders and a little
snicker, "thought I might be, but after me and my dad talked yesterday,
well . . . I don't know."
"What'd ya talk about?"
"Sex and jackin' off and stuff." Derek answered, both grinning and
blushing.
"You mean you got the cabbage patch talk?" Sean teased and the boys
laughed.
"Not really; I told him I knew babies didn't come from the cabbage patch."
Derek hesitated a moment and then continued. "We talked more about what he
said boys our age like ta do. You know, like experiment some and see what
different things feel like and what feels good. I thought I might be in
some kind of trouble at first, but that wadn't it at all. He figured out
when I had my first wet dream and stuff like that. Said I was big enough
now to have some privacy and he was gonna talk to my mom 'bout not just
walkin' into my room."
"Ya'll really talked about that kinda stuff?"
"Yeah, it felt really weird, but good, too. He told me he knew when boys
get together they like to play games; ya know, sex games. He said that's
how a lot of boys learn and it was okay so long as I was careful and didn't
get hurt. I'm not supposed to force somebody ta do anythin' or let them
force me. He said Mr. Dan'l told him what the boys around here do, so, I
guess he knows. Said I should just go with the flow and not worry 'bout if
I'm gay or not; I'm too young to figure that out yet. That's why I don't
know what's happenin'."
"What d'ya mean?"
"If I go home, how can I play around with the guys and learn? There's no
way I'm goin' home and play around with some of those guys! I mean, what
d'ya do? Just walk up and ask 'em if they wanna jack-off or somethin'? I
don't want ta get my ass kicked. But, school started now, too; so, I don't
know what's gonna happen."
The three boys continued to sit and watch the game that was already in the
third inning. Derek particularly watched his dad. He never knew that his
dad was good at sports and wondered why they hadn't ever thrown the ball
around or done a lot of the things he heard other boys talking about doing
with their dads. One thing the boy did know, the talk he and his dad had
the day before changed things between them. Derek couldn't put his finger
on it and he didn't know how to describe it, except to say that it felt
different. The man in left field was now more than just his dad; he was
somebody the boy could talk to.
The boys knew the adults claimed nobody kept score the day before; the boys
kept score today. The adults were getting creamed. After the fourth
inning, the three boys would join the team and have their turn to play.
They couldn't wait to really cream the adults and then not let them forget
about it.
The three boys played positions in the outfield. No one knew if Jeremy
knew how to play baseball, but everyone wanted to be supportive. Jeremy
played centerfield, with the other two boys standing nearby. Arthur
deliberately tried to hit a pop-up to center; the ball rolled to center and
Derek had no trouble fielding the ball. The fifth batter was Rick, who
swung at every pitch and managed to hit three out five balls foul. On the
sixth pitch, Rick connected and the ball popped up to center. Both Derek
and Sean ran for the ball as quickly as possible. Jeremy watched the ball
and when he was lined up for the catch waved the other boys off. It was a
perfect catch followed by three happy smiles. Time for the boys to have a
turn at bat.
The first two boys managed to hit singles and were on base. The third boy
struck out followed by the fourth boy, who earned a walk. Jeremy stepped
up to the plate. Jeff pitched and tried to make sure he didn't throw the
ball too hard. Jeremy took the first pitch; everyone was puzzled because
it was through the middle of the strike zone. Jeremy just stood there for
a moment and watched Jeff before glancing out to the bases and the
outfield. Jeff again delivered a slow pitch which Jeremy hit solid,
sending a line drive straight for Jeff's head. Jeff hit the dirt and the
second baseman didn't see the ball soon enough to react. The boys ran the
bases with Jeremy stopping on third.
Jeff stood and glared at Jeremy. Jeff knew that Jeremy had been keeping
secrets; he didn't just happen to play that well without prior experience
and coaching. Jeff's next pitch went wild and Jeremy stole home for the
run. All the boys ran over to Jeremy and congratulated him on his effort.
"Jeremy," Daniel spoke out, "would you like to tell us where you learned to
play?"
"Sir?" Jeremy hesitated and then smiled as he realized that it was okay for
him to do well. "I played on a pee-wee all star team." The men laughed,
not at Jeremy, but themselves. No one had considered what kind of life
Jeremy might have had before he was enslaved.
****
Three young teenage boys, with their stomachs now satisfied, walked towards
the groves. They didn't say much; they just followed one another. They
didn't need to say much, short belching contests don't require words; just
gulps of air and lots of laughs for boys. Belching contests were
considered to be almost as good as farting contests. The boys found a
private spot where they sat down, leaned against the tree and waited for
the swelling in three stuffed bellies to go away.
At first, they leaned against the tree and laughed about how surprised the
adults were when they saw Jeremy play ball. Derek and Sean admitted to
Jeremy that they were trying to cover for him. They didn't want their
friend to get embarrassed; but, it turned out he was the best player of the
boys his age.
"You had to be good to be on an all star team." Sean commented. "How long
you been playin'?"
"As far back as I can remember. I think I started playin' t-ball; that was
before I even started school." Jeremy paused and looked down, remembering.
"'Course that was before that made me a slave. It felt good to play
again."
"You know you can play here anytime," Sean said, and continued. "When you
leave and go home why couldn't you play again if ya wanted?"
The boys fell silent again. Sean had to face the fact again that one day
he would leave New Horizons and, one day, he would have to make a choice of
where he would go. He dismissed the thought, pleased that the 'one day'
was not that day.
"Yeah, maybe." Jeremy answered. "Sometimes I think it'd be nice to go home
like nothin' happened, but that won't happen. Sometimes, I think it'd be
nice ta have Miss Linda and Mr. Arthur for a mom and dad. Other times, I
think it'd be nice ta just stay here; forever." Jeremy turned his head and
looked at Sean.
"Do ya ever get lonely here?"
Derek looked at Jeremy with disbelief; he didn't understand how anyone
could get lonely in a place that had over one hundred boys. Sean
understood the question and his expression became as serious as the
question.
"Yeah, sometimes, but ya get used to it and learn how ta make it. Did you
feel like that, too?"
Jeremy saw the look Derek gave him and knew his friend didn't understand.
"Derek, think how you felt when you saw your dad here; weren't you happy to
see him?"
"'Course I was, he's my dad."
"Well, think about how it might feel if you didn't get to see him
yesterday, today, or ever again. Not only him, but anyone else in your
family." Jeremy paused and watched Derek to see if he understood, then
continued.
"For boys like me and Sean, it was different. I was taken away from my
family."
"And I lost most of my family, at least my parents." Sean interrupted.
"Bein' lonely isn't just not having anybody around, it's not having anybody
there that can hold you and make you feel loved. It's mostly not havin'
your parents. That's what I missed the most, at first; it's what I wanted
the most. I wanted my parents to rescue me. I wanted somebody to hold me
and say it was gonna be okay. After a while, all of us knew it wasn't
goin' ta be okay and our parents weren't coming for us. We were on our
own; we were alone."
The three boys sat in silence. Jeremy and Sean thought about those good
times when their mom or dad would hold them, making them feel secure and
loved. They also remembered how they felt when they knew they were alone.
Derek watched his two friends. He knew they were hurting, but he didn't
know what to say, or do. After a few minutes he turned and sat up on his
knees, facing his friends.
"I know it don't help much, and I know I can't say I ever felt like you
said, but . . . well, I just want both of ya to know that I think of you as
my friends, and if or when you need somebody ta be there for ya, I'll try.
I know I'm not a mom or dad, but I care; I care for both of ya."
Jeremy looked up at his friend and knew he was trying to help. Jeremy felt
bad for making all three of them feel gloomy. He looked first at Derek,
and then at Sean. With a little grin on his face he pushed at Derek and
knocked him over onto the dirt and teasingly called his friend, "dork".
The tease was contagious as Sean also smiled and jumped on top of Derek.
Soon the three boys were laughing and wrestling. They rolled over one
another and played grab- ass, reaching for anything they could grab, as
only boys will do when playing. Each boy let out their share of yelps and
squeals of laughter as the three became coated in dust. When they stopped,
each boy sat up and looked at himself, then his friends. A new round of
laughter followed.
The adults stopped playing ball for a minute as they watched the three dirt
covered boys running towards the shower near the pool. Jeremy, flanked by
Derek and Sean, laughed while he ran with his arms wrapped around the other
boys' shoulders and their arms over his. When they reached the showers,
each boy made a show of how cold the water was, and ran back to the groves
faster than they had arrived. The boys again sat against the tree, each
turned to face the warming sun.
"Jeremy," Derek spoke hesitantly and quietly, "I know it couldn't be the
same like when your parents held ya, but wasn't there somebody at that
place that acted kinda nice and tried to help the boys?"
"Not really." Was Jeremy's simple answer before he paused and took a deep
breath. "Most all the adults was free masters, or they was overseers,
slaves just like us. Some of the overseers used ta be whores like us, but
when they got older and kinda worn out they were the ones that took care of
the younger slaves. Slaves were taught not to make friends 'cause you
never knew who would be there one day and not the next." Jeremy fell
silent and looked up at the clouds before he continued.
"There was this one man though that would come and ask for me. I never
really knew why he asked for me. When they took me to the room to serve
him, they put a blindfold on me and said I couldn't take it off or I'd be
whipped, whipped hard. When they said that, they meant it. When I walked
in I was scared 'cause I couldn't see anything and didn't know what they
was gonna do to me. I took a few steps in and stood still; 'course I did
slave rest like they said I had ta do. I could hear somebody breathin',
but that was all. The breathin' didn't sound right, but it was breathin'.
Suddenly, somebody asked me how old I was. He scared me so bad that I
moved; I knew I was in trouble. I fell to my knees and told him my age.
He didn't say anything." Jeremy took a deep breath and looked off into
nothingness.
"I don't know how long I was on my knees, but they started to hurt and I
was shakin' again. I jumped again when I felt somebody put their hands of
my arms and lift me. Then, I realized the man was making a shushing sound.
He guided me somewhere and I heard him sit down. He pulled me towards him
and the next thing I realized was that he was behind me and was spoonin'
me; his hands moved up and down my arms and then he wrapped his arms around
me. It felt good.
"He didn't say much, 'cept to say I was too young ta be there. He held me
tight and it felt so good and warm. He laid down on the cot and pulled me
down with him. He spooned me into him and we just lay there as his hand
kept running slowly up and down my arm and shoulder."
"Did ya know him?" Sean interrupted.
"Uh-uh; least I don't think so; but I couldn't see him. I remember just
how he felt and smelled. I do know that he was an older man. He told me
he paid for me for most of the night. What I thought was real weird was
when he told me to just lay there with him and rest. At first, I wasn't
sure, but I fell asleep."
"Was that the only time ya saw him?" Derek asked.
"No, I saw him, or was with him a few times. Each time was mostly the
same. I always knew when they took me to the room and blindfolded me, and
it was so quiet when I walked in, it was him. It was really nice, but
sometimes it was bad 'cause it made me think of my mom and dad. He had
this thing he did to me that made me relax and just forget about bein' a
slave whore, even if it was for only a little while."
"What'd he do?"
Jeremy moved next to Derek and signaled Derek to move and sit between his
legs. When Derek sat, Jeremy pulled his friend back to lean against him.
Without saying anything, Jeremy used the middle finger of each hand and
lightly ran his fingers over the edge of Derek's ears. When Jeremy touched
him, Derek jumped a little and shivered. Jeremy continued to lightly trace
the edge of Derek's ears and placed each thumb just off center on Derek's
neck and gently moved them in opposing circles. The thumbs continued with
a light massage while the fingers traveled down the side of the youthful
neck, leaving goose-bumps in their wake. The fingers then retraced their
path. As the fingers moved down again, they continued across the top of
Derek's shoulders and down the upper arm to his elbows. Jeremy smiled as
he watched Derek begin to squirm.
"He had this nice way of touching me. When he was there I was no longer a
slave whore; somebody cared. I didn't know who he was, he wouldn't let me
see him; I could just feel him. One day, I remember, I was walkin' around
the room with him leadin' me. I bumped into something that was hard, and
it hurt. I almost fell over so I reached out to catch myself. I was sure
what I fell against was a wheel chair. He didn't say anything; he helped
me up and we laid on the bed. That was the last time I met with him."
Sean watched Jeremy and Derek. He wasn't jealous, but did wish that he was
sitting where Derek sat. He couldn't help smiling as he watched his friend
gradually slip into a state of total relaxation. There was a kind of half
smile that reflected the pleasure he felt. Sean had to laugh and smile a
little when Jeremy traced over the shoulders, but didn't continue down the
upper arm; they traced a new path down Derek's sides. Derek couldn't sit
still.
"Derek," Jeremy didn't expect an answer, "how come all the times you came
to see me, you didn't want to do anything? You know, like have sex or fool
around. Most boys like that." Jeremy felt Derek go tense, but his fingers
didn't stop.
"It wasn't 'cause I didn't want to, 'cause I did; but, I was afraid."
Derek's answer surprised Jeremy, and his fingers stopped. Jeremy took a
breath and then continued as he asked Derek why he was afraid.
"I didn't want you ta think that might be the only reason I wanted ta be
your friend." Derek whispered. He paused before he continued. "There was
another reason, too. I was afraid you'd say no or maybe laugh at me. Even
if you were willin' to fool around some . . . I mean, . . . well, I knew I
couldn't do anything near as good as you and I thought you might think I
was stupid. I couldn't take that."
Nothing else was said by either boy. Derek worried if he had said too
much, but relaxed when Jeremy did not pull his hands back. Jeremy's
fingers continued to trace the path down Derek's sides; Derek continued to
squirm, but, now, he was beginning to take sharp little breaths. When the
fingers reached a point just above Derek's growing boyhood, Jeremy pulled
them up. Moving closer to the front of Derek's young body, Jeremy directed
his fingers to the two soft, puffy nipples prominent on the young boy. As
fingernails crossed his nips, Derek jumped and drew a sharp breath. Jeremy
smiled when Derek grabbed his legs to steady himself.
Jeremy realized a new kind of pleasure as he watched his friend absorb and
enjoy the physical pleasures coursing through his body. As he watched his
friend, his mind again slipped back to the times the unknown man had done
this same thing for him. Each visit was a moment of hope and peace in a
life filled with abuse. Jeremy remembered how good the man made him feel;
then, he remembered how lonely he felt when the man didn't return. Again,
he was abandoned and alone.
Derek didn't say anything, he couldn't. Jeremy had teased him to the point
that his mind dismissed all of his inhibitions and fears. Derek turned to
face Jeremy. Remaining on his knees, he looked Jeremy in the eyes and then
leaned forward. For the first time since he was a baby, Derek suckled a
nipple. Jeremy drew a sharp breath and threw his head back. Derek
listened to his friend whisper.
"Oh, God, that feels soooo gooooood. . . . easy, no teeth or you'll bite it
off; tongue it."
Derek was elated. He was doing what he had wanted to do for weeks; he was
making out with Jeremy. Jeremy didn't laugh at him; he coached him how to
be better. Derek moved from nipple to nipple, teasing and tongueing his
friend. Without thinking he moved up and tongued Jeremy's neck and then
his ear. Derek was in a frenzy over the newly discovered feelings of
giving and receiving sexual pleasure.
While Derek frantically worked on Jeremy, Jeremy reached down and cupped
Derek's nuggets, rolling them around in his palm. Derek didn't know
whether he should moan, whimper or cry out his happiness and pleasure; he
did all three. Sean watched and smiled at how Derek almost literally
attacked Jeremy's body and Jeremy coached the boy. Sean moved behind Derek
and teasingly ran his finger along Derek's virgin crack. Derek couldn't
stop whimpering as he worked his way down Jeremy's body. He took a deep
breath and tried to swallow Jeremy's boyhood.
Inexperienced, Derek didn't realize he couldn't just swallow Jeremy's
boyhood and gagged. Embarrassed, he was determined to prove to himself
that he could do it, and plunged down again; and, again, he gagged.
"Don't, you'll hurt both of us. Just the tip, and put your lips over your
teeth. Yeah, that's it. Now, use your tongue and run it around the head,
bathing it."
As Jeremy instructed Derek, Sean lay on his back and slipped between
Derek's legs. Sean did to Derek what Jeremy instructed Derek to do. Derek
whimpered again and again. The boy was delirious with pleasure and had
trouble maintaining his balance. Before long, he began to fall to the
side. When he lay on his side, Sean changed positions, but continued to
suckle Derek's boyhood and pull the little nuggets into his mouth. Jeremy
rearranged himself so he could reach Sean.
Jeremy enjoyed the natural pleasures that his body provided. He was
experimenting and learning to bond; he was not being used. As a slave, he
did feel the orgasms, but they were forced from his body. With friends,
lying under the tree and in the sand, feeling the warmth of the sun, the
pleasures lingered and saturated his very being. It wasn't long before all
three boys squirmed and whimpered their desires. All enjoyed what they
were doing and didn't want it to ever end. The three boys enjoyed a
teenage boys' session of oral sex; learning to give and take through mutual
gratification.
****
Preston searched for Derek. He wanted to let his son know they would be
leaving for home soon. He looked around the dorms and mess hall to no
avail. He then looked around the recreational areas, but to no avail.
Finally, he walked out to the garden and grove area. As he walked around a
row of orange trees, Preston spotted the three boys and stepped back.
Preston could see that his son was sitting in front of and leaning against
Jeremy. He could tell Jeremy was running his hands over Derek, but he
couldn't tell how; nor could he hear what they were saying. Preston
watched the boys as he saw his son turn and lean into Jeremy; he knew his
son was sucking on a nipple. He grinned when he saw Sean trace his finger
along Derek's crack and heard his son whimper. Mostly he felt a loss as he
remembered Eric.
Eric and Preston were sworn friends for life as boys; they even cut their
fingers and held them together as they spoke the blood-brother oath. Their
families always laughed and teased the boys about being so inseparable.
Neither boy's family knew just how inseparable or how close the boys really
were. Long before puberty, the boys learned about playing with themselves.
Most days after school they ran first to Preston's home and then to Eric's
house. After greeting Eric's mom, the boys climbed the ladder to the play
area above the garage. Every time, the first thing they did was race to
see who could get naked first. The loser had to kiss the other's 'thingy'.
Preston laughed to himself when he thought about how na´ve and innocent
they really were.
The boys liked being naked; they liked rubbing their naked bodies together.
Sometimes they would lie down and roll over one another; other times they
got sweaty and enjoyed the feeling of slick skin over slick skin. As the
boys grew, so did their willingness to expand their sexual horizons. The
boys first started giving each other oral sex when they were ten. They
hurt each other a little, not knowing they needed to cover their teeth.
Starting as prepubescents, their boyhoods were not big enough to gag the
other. Their abilities grew just as their bodies grew.
Every weekend, one of the boys spent the weekend at the other's house.
When they stayed at Eric's, his mom let the boys take sleeping bags to the
game room above the garage. Since you needed a ladder to get to the room,
and Eric's mom was afraid of heights, the boys weren't worried about being
caught. Every weekend they spent as much time naked, and fooling around as
possible. By age thirteen, neither boy was a virgin.
Preston thought about the painful experience of learning how to have anal
sex, both on top and bottom. It wasn't until the fourth try the boys
figured out you needed to use a lubricant and stretch the hole. After each
boy penetrated the other with a finger, they were disgusted by the coating
on their finger as they pulled it out. It took them almost a month of
searching on the web to figure out what they needed to do. When they
figured out how to clean them selves and then lubricate the chute and rod,
they decided it would happen. The boys didn't know they needed to go slow,
and just plunged their boyhood into the other. Both boys screamed in pain,
but refused to stop. Both boys learned to enjoy both giving and receiving
anal sex. Their favorite game was to go into the woods, get naked, and
wrestle to the fuck.
Preston suddenly awoke from his day dream and memories. He realized he had
been standing there watching his son be a boy and was filled with remorse.
Remorse for the lost, fun-filled days enjoyed by two innocent boys.
Remorse for not keeping his blood promise to his best boyhood friend.
Remorse for watching his son do what boys do. He also felt satisfied; his
son was enjoying those special times available only to a boy.
To Be Continued.
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